I’m done with this knife I’m done with this blade
I can’t keep living in this masquerade.
I can change my life and make it fun
So with that depression I am done
There will be times
When I want to die
Depression will take over
Until I find my lucky clover
I have it now
Here’s my bow
As I change my life
Without a knife.
thats very intrieving first time i read something like that in the last 4 years
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good. It seems like death almost won. I'm glad you changed your mind. Thank you clover!